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81 engInes / how you were born Celie, soft plump engine, begun under an old, unsung regime like a stone wall or an early, imperfect map. She will finish herself later. “You are the engine of me,” says Will, hands in the water, I’m holding him up. His super power is to turn everything into food. Giant airplane engines, colliding, drooling oil, massive explosions of museums, art billowing out like smoke, that’s how we made you, aren’t you glad you asked? ...

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